Keep your eye on the cheeto...

Phantom...of the Opera...

DADDY!

I've posted this type earlier but that was before i was 'famous'. :)

Whenever "daddy" comes over, all I have to do is tell Kody that he's coming and he will go to the window and wait.

What's really funny is when i tell him an hour too early.



But eventually he's rewarded....

Speak Softly....

Kody never was a stick man. He goes for the logs. He'll settle for sticks if that's all you can throw; but, he'd prefer a trunk. When I first moved in to my house, I had lovely bushes and trees all over my back yard.

Not anymore.

I'm watching you....

Can you see me?

Sorry. But the camera did not light my glorious face that i actually put makeup on for NOTHING!

But still...the end result was worth the inconvenience of me having to re-wash my face.

Ugh...

That video camera I bought, sucks. The old adage of 'you get what you pay for' is still true.

but you'll get the idea of what i was trying to capture...Kody is OBSESSED with balls. Maybe that's becuase i cut his off so very long ago...

C C

I came out of the bathroom to see this...two perfectly aligned doggies...

(ignore messy hallway; it's the dog room)

FIERCE!

I think Kody is handsome even if he looks like a wolf attacking an innocent post-foster dog.

Betsy thinks so too...because she started it.

A little bit of mommy...and a dash of me...

my two favorite things: a good stiff drink and my boy.

Kick Me

Just waaaaaaaaiting for a spare foot....

For Robin...(and her husband)

I was thinking of only blogging during the week. You know...like a real job? But I never do anything consistently so who knows.

Anyway, on the said weekends, I love to play with Kody while I'm slowly waking up and dreading getting out of my warm bed. I can play with him and before I know it, an hour will have gone by. He is THAT fun :)






Awww...him laying on my pillow admiring his mother . Or wishing she'd stop flashing her camera in his face...


Someone is in DIRE need of a manicure.

Arrrrrgh!

It's looking like photographing action shots is not my thang...




Yay!


Ooooh...scaaaaarrryyy......


Aaah. MUCH better!

Judging by his response....

...Kody DOES want a cookie.

Listen Buddy...

Kody telling the Kong that, despite the stories, KODY is King.

Arch Enemies

sigh....

I am loooove, love, LOVIN' my new camera....Kody?...

Not so much.

Hmmm...

What does Kody want....?

Comfortable

I know Kody so well that even when he's not around me, I can 'feel' his wants, wherever he is. Actually, he's kinda like Calvin where if you haven't heard him in 5 minutes, you need to see what he's up to.

In his lifetime, I'll capture all his 'want motions' on film and here's the first one in that series.

Most days when Kody is hungry, he'll just saunter over to his food bowl, which is behind the end of my counter, and stare straight ahead...waiting patiently. I'm usually doing 14 things at once in the kitchen so i'm not fully aware of what he's doing; but, eventually I'll 'feel' he's wanting for something. Then i'll look over to the counter where you actually can't see him. that's right - you cannot see that gigantic body; but, if you hold still long enough and just stare, he'll lift his head up, ever so slightly to check it out:



Usually it's like 2pm and not quite ready for dinner. That's when i have to break it to him that he's gonna be one sad little boy becuase he's got quite a wait ...

Mornin' Ma!

...where's my breakfast?

Another Daily Antic...

Every morning, Kody likes to play this game where he wants me to catch him waiting by his dog door. Then i have to slooooowly stalk him while he pretends to wait until just the right time to escape.

(FYI - he escapes every time) Watch the video....

Mornings...

Ideally, Kody would like me to get up around 3 or 4am and give him his breakfast. But, he's learned that's not gonna happen so he waits til 6. That's when he starts to move around alot, slam my face with a dinner-plate sized paw, whine, etc...I don't mind this during the week, becuase that's when i have to get up but on the weekends? Not so much.

If I'm gonna get up at 6am on a Sunday to feed your ass, I get to do this and you will like it:

See?

This is why my house can never stay clean...

Take the bugger to the park and he gets all panty and drips on my carpet. This house is not MY house, it's a dog house.